Swansong

 

We are

a lamentation of swans-

singing our last song

of war:

we’re staying afloat-

our home is a boat

bobbing on the waves

in a dance of death-

we are afraid

our dream is pieced

by the keeper of peace

of a heartily belligerent shore—

we are afraid

we are letting

our hands and feet,

our throats and lips

go winter

Posted for dVerse Meeting the bar: Irony hosted by Frank Hubeny

 

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15 thoughts on “Swansong

  1. Great use of irony…it has got layers of meaning….
    our home is a boat

    bobbing on the waves

    in a dance of death-

    we are afraid

    our dream is pieced

    by the keeper of peace

    of a heartily belligerent shore………..loved these lines!

  2. The inability to resolve their fears leads to this precarious home on this boat. Nice poem. Depending on one’s position in that conflict there are a lot of ways to interpret what is happening.

  3. I felt every word of this, especially the lamentation of swans and our souls going winter. With so much wrong, we have to guard against that winter, though it hurts so much to stay in spring and hopeful. This is a powerful poem, my friend.

Thank You :)

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